I was confronted by a new idea recently. I was talking with someone (lets call her my psychologist), and we were discussing hope. I have written before about how in essence I am always hopeful. Sure, I might be sarcastic and skeptical, but deep down I have to believe that things will get better. I make wishes on stars and when blowing out birthday candles. Any chance I get, I'm thinking of ways in which life could be better. But Justine suggested that sometimes hope is a double edged sword. You see, for every hope we have, sometimes we are also faced with disappointment when things don't turn out how we wished.
Now, not winning the tattslotto superdraw is a bummer, but not entirely unexpected. But what do you do when life becomes harder and hope and wishes aren't cutting it? Peter was made redundant (thanks to the Tafe funding cuts) a few months ago. I guess we'd both hoped that he would find a job, and in the meantime we could be thrilled in the joy of having him home full time and not commuting to the boonies for work every week. That's great, until things start getting harder, and we both feel the pressure and worry about the future.
So how do you cope when hope has bitten you on the arse? It's not always easy to pick yourself up and keep going. Life does seem to be throwing it's fair share of curveballs at us over the last few years. Do we get to curl up, have a cry and yell 'uncle'? Just having life go a little smoother every now and then would be great, thanks...if anyone is listening.
While I was contemplating the idea and role of hope in our lives, this news update came through my facebook feed on the 28th August. It was the 49th anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr's 'I have a dream' speech. If you need a reminder the Huffington Post has linked the full text. But there are lines in this speech that make you tingle, still.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.